Left to my own devices

Posted by: fracas on November 23 @ 11:46 pm

The house is empty. Reinout left this evening. His Prada aftershave lingering for a few more moments, as to gently ease the void he’s left behind. Again I feel cheated on the promise we once made to eachother, never to go one night without going to bed and waking up together. But one night becomes easily two, and I’m afraid it’s the beginning of the every day life when husband and wife, boyfriend and girlfriend says their farewells with all too much ease.

I’m not yet there though, but I fear my husband is. It stings, stirring up feelings of jealousy I try to keep at bay. When he’s left I return to my dinner. The usual steak with green asparagus, which causes my wee to smell of sulphur. Like lighting matches in the toilet bowl (yes I used to do that when I was younger, over roles of toilet paper turning into flames). Before I actually went to the bottom of this mystery, I actually dragged my husband into the toilet one evening, after a urinal session to ask if he could smell anything funny. Little did I know it had to do with a gene I have been cursed with, responsible for breaking down the sulphur compound called mercaptan. Needless to say, my husband was not entirely amused of my experiment worthy an episode of Brainiac.

Sulphur wee, or not, I miss my husband like a mad, as I sit in bed just ready with today’s work. Luckily I have Victoria, Sebastian and an whole army of animals keeping me company. Still…the hours will go by slowly. I will twist and turn in bed, conjuring up nightmares and unrestful dreams. Like the advent of Christmas, I shall count down the hours, minutes, seconds. Only 42 hours to go….

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